When people fall in deep distress, their native sense departs.
No one longs to live more than someone growing old.
Even a poor man can receive honors.
Despair often breeds disease.
Better not to exist than live basely.
Silence is an ornament for women.
Isn’t it the sweetest mockery to mock our enemies?
Now let the weeping cease; Let no one mourn again. These things are in the hands of God.
Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.
All a man’s affairs become diseased when he wishes to cure evils by evils.
Better to die, and sleep The never-waking sleep, than linger on And dare to live when the soul’s life is gone.
Men whose wit has been mother of villainy once have learned from it to be evil in all things.
The truth is ever best.
In season, all is good.
Time is a kindly God.
Even the bold will fly when they see Death drawing in close enough to end their life.
Brave hearts do not back down back off.
Of no mortal say, ‘That man is happy,’ till vexed by no grievous ill he pass Life’s goal.
Having advanced to the limit of boldness, child, you have stumbled against the lofty pedestal of Justice.
Fortune never helps the fainthearted.